The Henna Artist Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Calm down, my dear. You have to hold on to your rationality, else you will make a colossal mistake. If you go in search of Connor, in this state, he will have an advantage over you. Acting in anger has never been the best solution. What's done is done and it cannot be undone. You should at least listen to me. A man who can torture children in such a barbaric manner is not an easy opponent." Henna speaks to me and manages to get me to calm down. She has been here with us for a while now. Of course, she comes and goes but their relationship with Aria is enviable. She is also expecting and it is a boy. She has vowed that she will name her child after our little brother, Willie. Her love for Ar

The skirt alone weighed nearly as much as she did. Her hair had been braided and pinned with tiny jasmine flowers, their scent trailing behind her like a quiet halo. But the most striking detail was her hands. They were covered in henna. Delicate vines and paisley patterns wound across her fingers and wrists, curling into complex designs that told a silent story. Hidden inside the swirling pattern on her right palm was something only a few people knew about. The artist had cleverly disguised two small initials. J.V. Julian saw them immediately.

“What?” “I am worried about Kiara’s future boyfriend!” He said and Mishka slapped his arm. “She has all your traits.” While on the other hand, Kiara had a bright smile on her face, she was extremely happy with the designs the henna artists made on her small palms. “Don’t touch this until it dries!” The henna artist said, and she enthusiastically nodded her head. “Thank you!” She said and walked away. She was cautiously walking when her eyes found the laddu (spherical-shaped sweet) and her feet picked a race, but before she could reach, she bumped into Ivaan and her mehndi spoiled.

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

"It's a golden chance. Look at it. You can get the satisfaction of getting your revenge on her for what she just did and still get the thirty thousand pounds that Miss Hera promised. It's a win-win no matter how you look at it." "But what if we get caught?" Jessica sighed like she had been saddled with the task of explaining geometry to a ten-year old. "We won't do anything worth getting arrested for Marco. There are many ways to kill a cat." I smiled as I accepted the idea. Indeed there were many ways to kill a cat and Juss was just about to find that out. The line came on after two rings. “Hello, Henna, I’m ready to take your deal. I fly to London this weekend. Expect me.” I ended the call

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

I can see the despair he's desperately trying to hold back, knowing he abandoned her in her time of need. "Sienna and Rylee were involved with a high-stakes heist. They had just gotten away with stealing the infamous painting. Before their car was run off the road." "What painting?" Hunter surprises me by asking. "It's not important." I remark. In a flash, Hunter is in front of me, grappling me by the lapel of my shirt. "What painting?" Hunter grits out. I don't know why it's so important he knows, so I decided to just tell him.

Chapter 116: The Business of Desire The sun was high in the sky, marking the beginning of what would be a long day of business negotiations. Hana, dressed in a sleek, form-fitting outfit that radiated power and elegance, was ready to lead the discussions with the Alphas from the southern packs. Each of these meetings was crucial for securing the trade alliances that would alleviate their pack’s recent hardships. However, there was an undercurrent of tension that Hana was already aware of: these Alphas, though respected leaders, often let their primal instincts cloud their judgment, especially when dealing with a Luna as striking and commanding as Hana.

“You’ve been busy making new friends, I see.” I stiffened. Of course she’d show up now. Grace’s polite smile faltered just a fraction, her brows lifting as if to ask silently who is this? “Jana,” I said flatly, trying not to roll my eyes. “This is Grace Dubois. Her husband owns Dubois Atelier.” Jana’s eyes widened, showing a bright smile to Grace. “Oh, I know very well who you are. Dubois Atelier is practically the crown jewel of Paris fashion, isn’t it? I mean, your gowns are on every runway worth watching. What a treat.”

But then he is Alex Ellias after all. “I asked you to talk. Why were you taking the pictures and who were you planning on sending them to.” Hannah swallowed hard. “I took a picture of both of you and sent it to a tabloid. The pay was good. I needed the money.” “The photo from Madonna,” I said. “That was you.” She nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. “They wanted more. Anything they could get. I was trying to get a picture of your messages this morning because that was the only thing I could think of.”